DTEAM [SFW] ONESHOTS ♡

sleepy competition.

Dnfluff but the two are competing on stream until one of them gives in & falls asleep, crowning the other the winner of their stupid little game, only neither want to loose, & end up staying up way too long & start doing things on stream, unaware of the actions until the morning...

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"There is no way im giving in before you, Dream."

The two boys have been awake and goofing around with the other on stream for hours. I mean, the idiots have been awake almost 2 whole days now as they refused to let the other boy win over their own self. George was perhaps the most stubborn of the two, so much in fact that he had started out the new day by chugging far too many monsters, gifted to him by Karl who was secretly siding with the brunette over the blonde.

"Are you sure about that George? I think I see a yawn coming on--<right> there--" Dream had been playing around for the most part, telling George he could tell he was five minutes from falling face first into the bed hidden in the right corner of his office. George didn't show much of a reaction for the first few hours, but now as Dream pointed a long finger towards the corner of George's cheek, playing up how sleepy they both were, he could easily see just how sleep deprived he was.

"I am not going to yawn. I already said it a million times, I'm not even a little sleepy. You are."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're about to drop like a fly from all that caffeine buildup. It's gonna drop-off any minute now and you'll be laying right over there--" Dream wavered another finger towards George's sleeping cushion along the floor before continuing cockily:

"--whether I have to carry you there or not, doesn't matter to me. You'll be out like a light."

"You're an idiot. Why would you need to carry me?" Dream shrugged an unbothered motion.

"Because I bet you'll pass out in my arms tonight. Not on purpose, obviously, but still. Just look how close you've been to me--you're practically already sitting on my lap George." Dream was so right. George and Dream had made little pillow forts made of blankets and cushions from the other rooms long ago, but it took George just then to see how small it had been made, leading to the two being much too close. Only as they both fully realized the touch of their knees, thighs and even tiny finger brushes occassionally, nobody retreated.

"The only place I'll be passing out in is my own bed after <you> start drooling over on your bed ten seconds from now, Dream."

"Oh cmon. The chat is even betting on me winning, not you. Look--" George had to kneel upwards toward the moniter to see but Dream was telling the truth. A minute ago a poll was put out on who would win tonights match, and Dream was winning by at least 70%. That made George annoyed.

"They're lying. It's just cause this is your channel and don't want to disappoint, that's all. Chat, dont give in to him, his ego is far too big for that."

"Oh, <my> ego is too big? Check yourself." George made a patting motion along his chest and even the top of his head, pretending to quite literally check on himself at Dreams request then turned back to his blonde roommate to reassure lightly:

"Yep. My ego is just fine."

"You're an idiot and always will be." George had always been called an idiot by Dream, but now as he was minutes till falling backwards onto the pillow fort, he couldn't catch the joke quite so easily in Dreams tone.

"Tell that to my face--!" Dream sat back startled, then immediately began laughing at George in realization:

"Not sleepy huh? You are aware I do <live> with you now--right? I am <right> here, next to you George." Leaning against his wrist positioned atop his own leg lazily, George quickly studied Dream before him like he just now noticed him to be present entirely. George immediately gasps, then a sly yet droopy smile creeps onto his expression: